A/N: This chapter will pick up where we last were with Bella-Donna's group.

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Bella-Donna's Group

She was close, so close she could nearly taste freedom on her tongue. It had taken what seemed like hours to jimmy the lock on the heavy chains and then try to figure out how to maneuver the chains so that they wouldn't rattle too loudly. Only once that was done she had to deal with the fact that there was yet another fucking set of thinner steel chains that were hidden by the larger ones. What the fuck? Thunder continued to rumble overhead and the sky had darkened as she worked at the twisted chains. The bitch had clearly not know what she was doing when she attached the trailer to the truck then again considering the hard time she was having with it maybe that had been the plan. She couldn't be that smart could she? Thunder clapped above her head and lightning flashed across the sky.

"Shit." Beatrice cursed her luck. She didn't have a choice but to give up for the night as she rushed into the trailer, rain falling minutes later.

"Beatrice, I was just going to look for you." Lea says softly as she walks out from Bella-Donna and Martin's room. Beatrice gives a fake smile.

"I just had to check Old Blue." Seeing the look on Lea's face she explains. "With how often machines have been dying on us we don't want to risk getting stuck when we really need to get going only for Blue to fail."

"I didn't know you knew about car mechanics." Lea says with scrunched brows. Beatrice forces herself to laugh.

"Six years together and I can still surprise you." She turns away and heads to the other side of the trailer.

"I guess so." Lea responds not really sure how to respond. "We're going to watch a movie do you want to come?" She asks before biting her lip, hand fussing with the cross on her necklace.

"No, think I'll head to the bunk room. How's Jean doing? He must be feeling pretty lonely. I think I'll keep him company." Beatrice says as though she in thinking aloud and walks to the room's door. Check.

"M-maybe I could help." Lea's cheeks pinken. And Mate. I win today Belle and tomorrow when you're still stuck in that bed I'll be driving out of here. I wonder if Martin would stay faithful if the 'strangers' managed to get you. A cruel smirk forms and her tongue comes across her chapped lips at the thought. I can just imagine giving him all the comfort he could ever need. The kind that has my legs wrapped around his waist while he breaks me open on that thick staff. She shivers at the thought. "Are you cold?" Lea's voice cuts through her thoughts.

"No, I'm fine."

"So . . . looks like Lea isn't coming back." Philip says feeling awkward. "You know I'm actually pretty -" He stretches and fakes a yawn. "I think I'll just go." He says before rushing out of the room Sunny quickly rises from her bed in the corner of the little walk-in filled with her toys and makes a whine. "Come on, Sunny." The little golden pup rushed out, her polka-dot fleece blanket dragged along.

"Sunny, you traitor." Belle says with a small smile only to get a small bark in return.

"Enjoy the movie you two." Phillip says closing the door behind him and she shakes her head lightly in exasperation before looking at Rasmus who stands by the bed wide-eyed.

"Shall we?"

"Wh-what?" Rasmus' cheeks are pink as he looks at Belle propped up by pillows, the oversized sweater hanging off her shoulder.

"Alice in Wonderland?"

"R-right." He sits at the edge of the bed as she fiddles with the remote.

"Rasmus, you can get comfortable. You won't hurt me if you move onto the bed." She tells him in a teasing tone and a small smile on plump lips. He moves further up until his back is to the pillows. The movie plays and half way through she notices that he is still just as tense. "Is there something wrong?"

"Yes-No." Rasmus glances at her from the corner of his eyes. "I don't want you to hate me." She opens her arm out like she did years ago and he slowly shuffles towards her until his head is laid over her chest hearing the muffled thump thump of her heart through her clothing and her soft hand coming down to rub up and down his arm.

"I promise whatever it is I won't hate you, Rasmus. I doubt I could unless you plan to tell me you got rid of Martin. You didn't, did you?" She pulls back and looks down at him with a false stern face and overly pursed lips making him smile.

"No." He says shaking his head before looking down and settling against her. Gently he wraps his arms around her, careful of her injured side. He presses his face into the firm softness of her breast, the scent of lavender and cinnamon filling his nose.

"Talk to me, please."

"Simone, hated me for it." He still remembers it. "Martin said it was natural."

"I'm sure if Martin said it was natural it is."

"I always feel that way when I think about you."

"Rasmus?" She says his name lightly as she uses her fingers to brush through his hair softly.

"My tummy gets warm and down there gets hard and bigger." Belle's eyes widen as she realizes just what he's talking about but then confusion does to.

"Rasmus, sweetheart, why do you think Simone hated you for something that's natural?"

"She saw. I-" he sniffles and her arm tightens around him gently pulling him closer to her. "I had a dream about you and I w-was . . ."

"Were you touching yourself?" He makes a noise of agreement. "I promise I'm not mad at you. Can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?"

"Simone, sh-she hit me there." Rasmus cries. "It hurt. It hurt so bad but she kept yelling and hitting. She said I was bad and that if you were there you'd do the same because I was being nasty. That it was wrong." Tears came to her eyes and anger welled inside of her. "Si-Simone said if she ever found me doing it again she'd take it off cause I wasn't supposed to touch it and that it was only for sex and I could only do it to have babies when I was married. But I did it again! I did it when I saw you and Martin at the school, I couldn't help it! It hurt so much an-and my hand touched it before I knew it and it felt good and then the white stuff came out. Martin said it's sperm and that when it goes in a girl it can make babies."

"Yes it can." Her cheeks were pink as she listened to the words rushing out.

"I couldn't help it when it came out. You were on Martin's lap and I could see your-" Rasmus' cheeks were flushed pink, his eyes slightly glazed as if daydreaming, and his voice heady.

"Breasts?" she squeaked out.

"Mm-hmm. They were bouncing every time he pushed inside you and then you stopped and were kneeling and licking and I kept watching and wanted it to be me and then it happened. It keeps getting hard and I don't know what to do cause Simone will punish me and I didn't want you to hate me."

"Shh. Rasmus I don't hate you for finding me attractive enough that I can . . . you know." Belle wasn't sure how to handle this situation but at the same time she knew there was no chance in hell she'd be letting Simone anywhere near him without having an eye on her. She wouldn't take the chance that Simone could hurt him further than she already had.

It was dawn as she made her way out of the trailer and she knew she would not have long before the others woke up. She grabbed the wrench she'd hidden in the wheel well and quickly got to work. So focused on her treachery Beatrice didn't notice how several chains she had released had reattached or that she was being watched until it was too late. The sound of leaves rustling went ignored until a snap of a branch too close was heard. Beatrice turned and her breath caught as her eyes went wide. A pack of wolves, wild and starving made their way out from the cover of darkness the woods had provided. "N-nice doggies." She took in the sight of the white eyes. They're infected.

Her eyes quickly glanced between the pack growling as they watched her across the road and the half dozen or so feet that lied between her and the RV's unlocked door to the right or the truck nearby she knew carried a rifle but was likely locked. "Shit." She mumbled as her heart raced. She threw the wrench at the wolves, striking one and made for the RV's door. "Help me!" The wolves rushed forward jumping onto her as she threw the RV's door wide open. Beatrice screamed in pain as claws and fangs ripped open her back and side. Eyes wide as standing there in front of her with pursed lips was Bella-Donna.

The click-clack of a rifle being set before the booming sound of shooting echoed in the trailer. She was knocked back as the wolves flew off her from the rounds Donna put in them. She landed hard on the asphalt, bleeding heavily. "Donna!/Belle!" Lea and Rasmus' voices shouted out as they each ran to her side hearing the gun. The few wolves remaining scattered, disappearing back into the woods.

"Beatrice!" Lea moved to go to her but Bella quickly pulls her back before she can take a single step down. "Belle, what?"

"The wolves. She's infected now." Lea's eyes widen and she quickly moves back.

"No. No, they weren't sick. They weren't!"

"Why were you even outside this early? You know we are supposed to stay in pairs or at least tell someone so they can cover you!" Beatrice tried to come up with a reason but struggled, the pain overwhelming her.

"She was going to leave us."

"What?"

"That's why you didn't come in until it was about to rain. You thought if you got it done before anyone woke up you could leave us here. Now, you reap what you sow. Go before I take care of you myself, traitor." Beatrice struggled to rise as the rifle was cocked and aimed at her.

"The wolves."

"Not my problem, bitch."

Beatrice struggled to keep her footing as she stumbled, side bleeding heavily. A feeling of dread entered her as she felt herself being watched. No not watched, hunted. "Oh, no." Growling filled the air as she found herself surrounded. "No, no no." They launched at her, tearing and feasting. And by the time they would be finished little would remain.